Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

This year's Christmas is not destined to be good for Iger. Because of the silent relationship, Iger has helped the school reclaim several acres of wasteland for free. Hagrid plans to plant some vegetables on the wasteland to adjust his mood.

But it's not that there is no benefit at all. From the third day, Iger can basically stay awake, and on the last day, Iger can change back anytime, anywhere.

"You can control it, but you can't master it?"

Looking at Iger's weak return again, Dumbledore looked a little puzzled at the land plowed by Iger.

"Huh... For example, it's like Neville riding a Nimbus 2001, that uncontrollable feeling, as soon as his mind moves, he will hit the wall." The surrounding area has been messed up by himself. Fortunately, there are not many people here, and no one has been affected.

"It's over at this point. You've done an excellent job. What you need to pay attention to in the future is not to hurt other people, especially those around you..." Dumbledore's light blue eyes looked at Iger carefully: "I I want to remind you, Iger, don't do anything that you can't regret."

"I understand..." Iger nodded thoughtfully, took the Philosopher's Stone handed over by Dumbledore, turned around and left leisurely.

No, you don't understand...

Dumbledore looked at the direction Iger was leaving in a trance and was silent.

You still don't understand the pain of loss, so you can still take it seriously. Once you experience the pain of losing your loved one, I really worry about whether you can stick to your heart and keep the gentle and kind look you used to...

"It's good to be young, you can have nothing to fear. I vaguely see the shadow of our youth in him. Of course, we are not as lazy as him." Dumbledore looked at Iger's back and laughed: "I just hope he Don't go my way..."

"No, your old way is not attractive to him." Snape snorted.

"I don't quite understand, Albus..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and looked at Dumbledore: "We can wait a few more years. When he grows up, he will be able to control the silence, why choose now ?"

Snape glanced at Professor McGonagall, then sneered, "Because the Principal wants that egg to catch the Dark Lord..."

Snape respected Professor McGonagall very much, whether privately or face-to-face, in Snape's mind, regardless of his strength, Professor McGonagall was much more reliable than Dumbledore, so the sarcasm on his face at this time It was aimed at Dumbledore, and it seemed that he was still very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's proposal.

"How can this be possible?" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rose up: "The child is only thirteen years old! How can we do this? This is extremely irresponsible..."

"Iger is capable, I believe him." Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall, looking at the two deans beside him seriously: "Besides, I have equipped him with a very serious and reliable assistant."

"Who?" The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile seemed less ironic. He was looking forward to hearing his name from Dumbledore's mouth.

"Remus Lupin..."

"…"

Snape didn't feel good. Ever since he learned that Iger was going to practice control silently on Christmas Eve, Snape felt bad.

"That guy is a werewolf." Snape's expression showed a trace of disdain, three points gloomy, and the remaining six points were all disgusting.

"But he's the most suitable person I think." Dumbledore intended to correct Snape's incorrect remarks.

"With all due respect, I... is the most suitable candidate." A slow voice sounded, and Snape said in a gloomy muffled voice on his face.

"No, you are not suitable..."

Snape looked at Dumbledore in front of him, he felt that since he met Iger, the old man in front of him became more and more cheap...

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As Christmas passed, it was time for Aisha to go back to work. In fact, the reason why Aisha took so many days off for Christmas was because of the group of people in the office to save face, and Tonks directly helped Aisha with her work. .

Of course, the main reason is that Iger gave gold...

Basically, Iger will send Lack to bring a person who has cast a traceless stretch spell to send warmth to the people in the Auror office during the festivals. The light of gold once warmed the entire Auror office, in order to let Aisha work. less dangerous.

This caused Scrimgeour to send roaring letters to Iger several times, thinking that Iger had corrupted the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but Iger still went his own way, rich and self-willed!

Of course, these Elsa don't even know about it.

In Hogsmeade Village, Elsa reluctantly touched Iger's slightly immature face, and gently kissed Iger on the forehead.

"If you don't do it, I'll take care of you." Iger greasy and crookedly grabbed Elsa's hand.

"People can't be idle. I feel very fulfilled now. When you graduate, I will resign and be a housewife with peace of mind." Aisha pinched Iger's little face dotingly and smiled.

Reluctantly sending Aisha away, Iger sat at the bar of the Three Broomsticks bar without any hesitation: "Fire Whiskey!"

'Bang', an oak wine glass was placed in front of Iger, and the proprietress looked at Iger with a smile: "What a coincidence, the whiskey is sold out, how about the butter beer? Son?"

Iger reluctantly took a sip of the butter beer. The chill brought by the winter was completely taken away by the butter beer soaked in **** slices and red dates.

"Minors can't drink alcohol!"

"It will rot the intestines..."

A few 'pig-headed three' hanging by the door smiled weirdly, swearing swearing in their mouths.

Iger has always wondered what this thing is, whether it is intelligent or something. If I remember correctly, there is also one hanging in front of the knight bus, which seems to be the product of alchemy.

I can't eat it just by looking at it...

Iger is not particularly obsessed with food, but due to the habit of the Chinese people, every time he sees a new species, he will subconsciously consider whether he can eat it.

The relationship between Iger and Ms. Rosmerta was not particularly harmonious, because every time the woman in front of her refused to sell her wine, but Ms. Rosemerta was very kind to Iger, because Iger once brought her a lot of trouble. Poor business, God is pitiful, Iger just doesn't want to go to the dirty Hog's Head bar, even though Aberforth is happy to sell him Firewhiskey.

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The start of school after Christmas was very dull, especially in the lively Gryffindor dormitory.

Since Harry and Sirius returned to Grimmauld Place, Harry, who originally liked Hogwarts the most, also began to care about the school, which made Iger a little disappointed.

Men are indeed fickle.

But no matter what others think, Iger still loves Hogwarts deeply. After all, this is his own home, and it covers a fairly large area.

"The fifteen-inch Transfiguration essay, the twenty-inch potions practice procedure, and Professor Binns' boring history of magic essay... Do you know how I've had my vacation?" Ron's expression twisted. Look at the pile of parchment in front of you.

"You can write bigger words. If I were you, I would consider asking Lavender Brown to help." Iger looked around and muttered in a low voice. Not far away, a little girl with a round face saw Ron glanced at him, then lowered his head with a flushed face.

"She is in a stage of secret love now. Once this emotion turns into an open love, you may be a little overwhelmed." Harry analyzed the analysis in a prudent manner. Looking at the strange eyes of the two beside him, Harry grinned. Embarrassedly laughed: "This is what Sirius taught me. He asked me if there were any girls in school who were chasing me, and he also told me some characteristics of girls when they had a crush."

"What did you say?" Ron thought of his sister again and looked at Harry with a bad expression.

"I said that many girls have confessed to me. I can't say that there is no one who is chasing me, right? That's too cheap." Harry was very concerned about this kind of issue related to male dignity and face, and Iger looked at him. He couldn't help grinning.

If Harry had a normal family, he would probably be a **** like James and Sirius on his own terms?

"Sirius told me that many girls had a crush on him when he was in school, and he said he wanted to teach me secrets, but I didn't agree. I knew he was just bragging." Harry mumbled disapprovingly.

"It's not that I hit you... He said it very implicitly. When Sirius was in school, let's not talk about his crush. There were a lot of confessions." Iger looked at Harry and laughed.

Harry's expression looked funny, his face flushed slightly, and he looked at Iger with a hint of disbelief, as if he had been hit in the back of the head by a Bludger.

"Really?" Harry held his head angrily.

"It's true, don't look at Sirius looking a little sloppy now. When he was in school, he was the most romantic among your father and the others, and even if Sirius packs up and goes out for a walk, it will attract many singles. A lady's attention, at least I think as a man, Sirius is really handsome." Iger thought for a while and gave a more pertinent evaluation: "And his own tragic heroic encounter can also give him Plus a lot of points, after all, not everyone can endure in Azkaban for twelve years..."

"Harry's godfather... is he... powerful?" Ron looked at Harry eagerly.

Iger looked at Ron's strange expression: "It's not a question of whether he's serious... He's the kind of rare... very rude, very handsome, it's a pity that he's been locked up in Azkaban for too long. , failed to appreciate his style..."

Looking at Iger's appearance, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Why don't you laugh?" Iger looked blankly at the two in front of him.

"Uh...hahaha..." The two laughed awkwardly when they heard that.

"What are you laughing at?" Iger turned to look at Harry.

"Uh... Sirius is my godfather..." Harry smacked his lips, feeling confused for a while, didn't you make us laugh?

"What are you laughing at?" Iger turned to look at Ron.

"I..." Ron's expression was a little distorted: "I plan to invite Harry and his godfather to our house during the holidays."

Um... Iger turned and left with satisfaction. Harry and Ron looked at Iger's back blankly for a while.

"What happened to him just now?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously.

"I don't know, genius. What's in his head is always different from normal people, like Dumbledore..." Ron muttered softly.

"You said before that Dumbledore was like an old lunatic..." Harry muttered.

Iger, who had left the Gryffindor Tower, was going to find Hermione. The little girl plunged into the library as soon as she came back. I don't know why, but she looked a little grumpy.

In the library, heavy books fluttered in the air, looking for their place. Mrs. Pince recited reluctantly. It seemed that she was very dissatisfied with the students who placed books indiscriminately. Fortunately, the students could The books you read only accounted for one-fifth of the library. Otherwise, if you count the forbidden area, it is estimated that Mrs. Pince will run wild.

"What's wrong? When you come back, you look unhappy?" Iger smiled and lay beside Hermione, playing with Hermione's fluffy hair in his hands.

"Hmph..." The little girl raised her chin quite arrogantly, and dismissed Iger's question.

"Uh..." The corners of Iger's mouth twitched: "I... have **** on my body? I look so disgusted?"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, looking like she wanted to laugh, but because Iger was beside her, she just pursed her lips with a serious expression, and her pretty face was covered in frost.

"You didn't realize your problem." Hermione rolled her eyes and mumbled with a somewhat unhappy expression.

"I was wrong!" Iger nodded seriously.

"Really? What's wrong?" Hermione glanced at Iger, but judging from Iger's fingers constantly chattering about his hair, Iger's apology was not sincere.

"It was wrong anyway..." Iger muttered vaguely.

I don't know what I'm wrong, anyway, it's right to apologize at this time...

Seeing Iger's appearance, Hermione burst into laughter. UU reading www.uukanshu.com's bright eyes filled with a smile: "How long has Aisha been here?"

"Not long after leaving..." Iger probably understood what Hermione was thinking. Is the little girl jealous?

Only twelve years old! Just starting to get jealous? How are you going to live after this?

Iger suddenly realized that if you want to enjoy the blessings of everyone, I'm afraid it's not that simple...

Not all women are like Aisha who do not fight or rob, and look like the years are quiet. The one in front of him is the future Minister of Magic, and even the rights of house-elves must be protected by others, not to mention her own!

Iger can probably already imagine how Hermione will disembowel her in the future with a horizontal knife and a wand...

After the end, maybe I'll be drifting with my head in a transparent mood...

What is this yourself? Day at Hogwarts?

Shaking his head and throwing these terrifying thoughts out of his head, Iger's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he felt that he was in a dilemma.

There has been little tradition of polygamy in the United Kingdom since ancient times, let alone in this era of growing feminism, if Iger really shouted outside: I want to marry ten! Then Iger reckons that Rita Skeeter may enter Azkaban desperately and nail herself to the pillar of shame in history.

It's still too naive, transmigrators and so on, they're all liars...

Women are all selfish creatures, how could they allow themselves to open a harem?

But now, in this situation, you can't give up one of them, right?

Thinking of this, Iger's heart was messed up again...

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